Tryst of minds

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Alias places and ancient times

Campfires and blanket talks

Paper cups and Autumn skies

Empty bottles of store bought wine

Whiffs of slow burning apple wood

Waves caressing a sandy surface

Long walks along the beach

Footprint trails washed away

Beneath a pale moons canvass

Smiling glances tightened hands

Laughter skipping on rippled tides

Skinning dipping foreplay at midnight

Memories molded between the folds

Of lovers arms and naked souls

Exerted lust and moans collide

Between moist kisses and sighs

Before all love is lost to…departing echoes

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I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published September 11, 2020September 11, 2020